One by one the mice came creeping back, and Toto did not bark again, although he tried to get out of the Woodman’s arms, and would have bitten him had he not known very well he was made of tin. Finally one of the biggest mice spoke.

« Is there anything we can do, » it asked, « to repay you for saving the life of our Queen? »

« Nothing that I know of, » answered the Woodman; but the Scarecrow, who had been trying to think, but could not because his head was stuffed with straw, said, quickly, « Oh, yes; you can save our friend, the Cowardly Lion, who is asleep in the poppy bed. »

« A Lion! » cried the little Queen. « Why, he would eat us all up. »

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